So, my youngest son Ryan and his fiancé and her midget came to visit for the first time since last October. I've been quite isolated, with no visitors at all otherwise except caregivers and my neighbors. So, it was nice. They brought barbecue. We pigged out, talked, and generally had a great time. Then they went home, and I was alone again. But still, it was nice. I feel better. Not physically, but maybe a little better mentally.
Interestingly, the next night, he called while on the road (he drives a truck) and made the comment that he and Casey agreed that I looked better than six months ago. The more I've thought about it, the more I don't think it's true, health wise. Of course, I am still trying to shake off the latest lung infection. But also, I am more sleep deprived than ever, and frustrated that my POC is still not here. And there are a myriad of other things. But in the end I think I've lost ground rather than gaining any in the last six months. Now my blood pressure is up again too, to 150's over 80's. My breathing is still not better, and my stamina is not that good lately, as I cannot seem to do very much without getting too tired.
Altogether it sounds depressing, and it is, a little. But I do feel like I am rebounding a little and bouncing back upwards. So, am I being nitpicky and whiny? Maybe. I've done it before. Like a bad case of the poor me syndrome. I am trying to be positive, but some days it just seems like a steep climb. Maybe I just need more sleep. I know that would help. Working on it. Life was simpler when all I had to do was work 15 hours a day. I think.